Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.